Nemisis had become a bit of a regular at Hops’ establishment. Between visits from Angora and the fluffles of other buns that come and go, the bar was never hurting for business. The waths of people came and went, as did pleasant conversation and small talk that helped Nem get more comfortable with the general public. His and Hops’ relationship wasn’t exactly defined, but most would consider them at least friends. Nemisis had made it a habit of coming aroun...
